But before the situation could escalate, a soft click reached Karla's ears, followed by the door beside them opening.
A figure stepped out, and the temperature dropped even lower.
"What is going on?" His cold voice came next. Instantly, Nyx lowered her head.
"Ninth Vein," she greeted.
Karla suddenly regained control of her body, and she shook so violently it was a miracle the bottle didn't fall from her tray.
"N-n-Ninth Vein," she bowed, her breaths ragged. She looked like she had just gone through a marathon.
Malakai sent a brief glance to both women. His expression did not change.
"I will not repeat myself."
"I apologize for the disturbance, Ninth Vein. I was only trying to stop her from interrupting you," Nyx explained.
Malakai turned his gaze towards the woman who looked more like a seductress than a maid.
Her breathing was still erratic, her chest rising and falling rapidly. But even in her exhausted state, as Malakai stepped out, her mind had already begun working.
